The Feel of Rust
Soft black curtains cover the orange sky
as night takes hold with strength unsurpassed.
The foaming waves wash in and out
taking my fallen tears and melding them into the sea.
I can feel myself rusting slowly and freezing up
so many times have I'm not been saved
and now, I turn red and I stop.
My clock breaks and stops at midnight,
my civil war is over now.
I'd whisper my goodbyes to you if I could speak
and bat my lashes one more time if I could see,
I'd listen to your heart if I could hear.
But I cannot cry, for I'm rusted
and can't feel.
as night takes hold with strength unsurpassed.
The foaming waves wash in and out
taking my fallen tears and melding them into the sea.
I can feel myself rusting slowly and freezing up
so many times have I'm not been saved
and now, I turn red and I stop.
My clock breaks and stops at midnight,
my civil war is over now.
I'd whisper my goodbyes to you if I could speak
and bat my lashes one more time if I could see,
I'd listen to your heart if I could hear.
But I cannot cry, for I'm rusted
and can't feel.